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[i]A dance of hanging heads.[/i][/center]

Truth strangles each manic beat, a heart in panic attacked by umbral heat. Eyes closed, oasis so close; nothing so piteous as salvation cutting lonely prose. Stomach turns with defeat evident, sand escapes with the sigh of ratting hope. 

Stand revenant, if you so seek an empty womb. Such is life. Such is Death's breast; desiccated and confirming tomb.